A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

picked the name for his

there was a simple building with

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot

individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made

doctor had almost given up

was still alive. He had lived two months longer than

a glass of water

the medicine,” Peter

Mark seemed like he

while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite

cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

to

he stopped and

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

better not call

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

took the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

he lay on the bed, and a nurse

was done, Mark looked sideways

phone got weaker and weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

had almost given up on

lived two months longer than the

was standing behind him with a glass of

for you to take the medicine,”

seemed like he had not heard

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

twitched when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

favorite food,” Mark

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

this, he began to fumble

then, he stopped

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

not call her,” he said to

give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

him and swallowed them without a

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

she was done, Mark

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

asleep nowadays. This time, he

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

behavior was much like that of

him secretly for a while and

Cecilia in his

his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

this point, Mark

hospital room were white, just like the snowy

gently closed

needed to

all over his body. He felt Life without

probably gone to buy

plump foreign nurse was in the

home. He missed his home

cooked, and the apartment

he knew he couldn’t change anything

would never give up as

he wouldn’t survive and have her back…

was determined to stay strong and fight

was finding it difficult

bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a

said he wanted to go

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he

came back to

snowstorm on his way,

are still warm,” he said to his boss

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

the paper planes and

some of

actually took

not more

in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes

home and

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him. But he could see that Mark

about it, Mark’s phone

it was around 4

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

you,” Peter urged in

into

silly boy,” he

concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

voice sounded a

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a

had given birth to a

the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

in the first half of his life.

Mark sniffed and

of the call, he never even dared

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all

“What happened?” he asked.

looked up at Peter and said,

was happy to hear this and he

he said with a

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

and began to stroke one of the

to fly back home to see Cecilia

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glance

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